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 Jul 2020 Andrew
Akira Chinen
Do not fear the beauty of death
the black song birds of grey skies
the passing of time
that become memories only the grieving
and eternity will remember

Do not fear the song of the dying
for we all are singing along
even though from time to time
we pretend to forget the words
and dream the foolish dream
of vampires and eternity

Do not fear the mortality
of bones and flesh
for nothing last forever my love
for even time will crumble and fade
and become a memory
only the grieving and eternity will remember

There is nothing to fear in the end
that is not worth living through
and it is only as real as we imagine
so why not imagine a life so full of love
and so beautiful
that death weeps to spread her wings
over our lives we lived so well
 Jun 2020 Andrew
Ayesha Jalal
The leaves dance
But there's no one to adore 'em
Cause they are busy watching the naked shows
The flowers blossom with haughtiness
But there's no one to adore 'em
Cause they are busy adoring the cute girls on the pavement
The birds sing with the melody of the wind
But there's no one to dance to the rhythm
Cause they are busy singing  the obscene
The tide brings in the treasure of love and luck
But there's no one to steal it
Cause they are busy stealing the soulless money
the meadows are waiting to be embraced
But there's no one to caress it
Cause they are busy making masked love on sheets of silk
They can't adore the nature
cause it's too busy for them...............
 Apr 2020 Andrew
Natalie
Been awkwardly deep lately
Been crying lately
Been checking out my eyes lately
Why are they always red lately?
Been hella insecure lately
Been trying to be better lately
Been trying so hard lately
Been checking out my eyes lately
Why are they always red lately?
Been missing dad lately
Been wondering if I made him proud lately
Been over thinking lately
Been over thinking lately
Been over thinking lately
Been checking out my eyes lately
Why are they always red lately?
 Apr 2020 Andrew
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I dreamed I was painting with a dancers feet again.
I woke and there was hurt, which is love, which means life and God and good... So, hurt can't be all too bad I guess.
 Mar 2020 Andrew
Deanna
your name
 Mar 2020 Andrew
Deanna
when ever i hear your name
my heart instantly
sinks
to the bottom of a
sea.
 Mar 2020 Andrew
Simpleton
Love didn't end wars
It started them
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